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New Years Day (Ded. Lit.)

"Listen to me. You have to remember who and what we are." A girl with pale gold hair edged in light pink steps into view, her blue eyes haunted."We are the Caged, the ones that they want to restrain. We stand for the people, our people, and we fight for them. Now then, I'm sure you've heard of us. The rebellion on the summer solstice was not planned. It was a mistake on my part."The girl fell silent, reflecting on the short battle that had occurred, a frown creasing her pale brow. "New Years Day will not be the same, though. We will rise from the ashes and fight, no matter the cost."
You have joined the Caged in their efforts to prepare for the battle to come. The group ranges from older teens (16 minimum) to young adults (22 maximum) with various levels of fighting experience and many different weapon preferences.

There will be some strong language and definitely some mature romance. And, of course, violence.

Name: Cole
Nickname: Solid Snake
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Black hair and electric blue eyes. About "5'7 and skinny. Cole wears a black sneaking suit.
Personality: Mainly cautious yet carefree. Cole can be really lazy at times but steps up when the time is right.
Bio: Raised in the poor area, Cole was a theif and found that he was the perfect spy and infiltrator. Then he learned the basics of close quarter combat to help him in pinches.
Weapon preference: He has handled many weapons but prefers the M19A11 along with a tactical knife.
Fighting Experience: Close Quarter Combat

Full Name: Mackenzey Kolins
Nickname: Kenzey
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: Kenzey has long pale blonde hair with the ends dyed a light pink color. She has haunted blue eyes and pale skin. Her features are delicate, yet she's pretty strong despite her slender appearance.
Personality: Kenzey is a natural leader. She is fair in how she views people and doesn't form opinions until she really gets to know someone. She can be a bit stubborn at times, but if approached correctly, she will willingly listen to a person's opinion and reasoning.
Bio: Kenzey was raised by a rich foster family, but she hated playing the part of a "proper lady" and at the age of 17, she moved into a friend's home, only to be sucked into the Caged. She quickly proved a valuable asset with her strategies and leadership, making the group more organized and functional.
Weapon Preference: Bow and arrows for ranged and a hand-and-half sword for hand-to-hand
Fighting Experience: Two years in the Caged
Other: Unofficial leader of the group

Name: Waverly Reid
Nickname: (Need a little help with this :P )
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance: Waverly has midnight black hair that hangs just below her shoulder blades and grown out, side bangs that usually conceal the right half of her face. She has greyish-blue eyes and pale but not pasty skin. Waverly is about 5’9, being tall for a girl but is very agile considering. She has long legs that she hides beneath black cargo pants and is fairly skinny yet she likes to stay away from tight tops resorting to tshirts and baggy sweaters.
Personality: Waverly is not overly social but will voice her opinion is she feels the need to or has an idea that she believes will benefit everyone. She is very good at persuading people, and is also able to pick up on when someone is lying, learning these techniques by being around people and observing. She does not trust easily and she doesn’t smile much or have a very good sense of humor, although she will sometimes surprise you by making a joke or laughing at random times when she finds something amusing. She likes to be in the background when she can and does not enjoy lots of attention, making her uncomfortable.
Bio: Waverly was abandoned by her family and left to die on her own, which is why she trusts very little. She fended for herself until taken in to an orphanage, doing odd jobs for people here and there to obtain some money of her own. She was put in some unpleasant situations in which she had to fight her way out of and has a few scars to show from her struggles. A few days before her 18th birthday Waverly ran away from the orphanage wanting to avoid the party they threw every year and having all the attension on her, she couldn't take all the little horrible jobs she was sent to do and finally just gave in an left. A month or so later she ran into Kenzey and joined up with the Caged, knowing she would be useful and when she wasn't she would be able to stay out of the lime light.

Kenzey had woken early in the morning to go over the plans with her friend whose house she was staying at (doesn't matter who) and make a few adjustments. She would lead the main group at first before falling back so that she could use her bow and arrows. She thought it was a solid enough plan, but she had her doubts at the same time.
"Da.mn it all. It'll be quick. Easy."

Waverly woke from her sleeping spot high in a tree and looked down upon the forest. She had gotten used to sleeping in trees and on the ground since she left the orphanage. She refused to go back. She had found an old deserted shack that she also slept in, mostly when it was cold or raining. She climbed down from the tree and began to walk around the forest, looking for nothing in particular, passing the time before she was to meet with the other members of the Caged.

Kenzey glances over at him, guilt flickering in her eyes as she sits on the sofa, running her fingers through her hair. "Why couldn't I just convince everyone that there's a better way? Why do I have to be so fu.cking ready to fight?" she mutters, rubbing her temples. She often tried to convince herself that they didn't have to fight, but she always came back to strategizing battles and such.

"Around eight, I think," Kenzey says, curling up on "her" sofa. "Maybe a bit later. I dunno."
It was obvious she hadn't slept in a few days and that she was stressed to the breaking point, but she wasn't willing to take a break. She felt lost when she wasn't doing something for the rebel group. Her life revolved around it because her lack of family and close friends. Sure, the group was sort of like family and friends, but still... She'd never had a normal life, relationships, anything.

Waverly wandered to the edge of the forest, debating whether or not to arrive early or to just wait it out a little bit longer. She sighs and going back into the forest a little ways out of sight of anyone who may pass by and pulls out her dagger carving a small target into a tree she starts tossing it at the target again and again.